AZ:Magic Hour Lyrics

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(Feat. CL Smooth)

(AZ)

(Talking)Yeah, poet, politician, playa when necessaryThis is AZI'm your host for the eveningIt's Magic HourHow we gonna do this?

No stress, we on the sands in TahitiBare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinkyRespect, finess movements like your hands in graffitiGrey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwiIt's truth holds galoreRolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the doorEither or, corner hustle or hustle on tourTo seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no moreAnd the sex is fantasmFlow, campaigns 'emDough, can't change 'emCourts, can't arraign 'emIt's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught,I came in force, all the bangers is broughtBrought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts,Scorch and stand if you're shortSo of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulateMillions I'm trying to chase illin' from out the gateGet it right my feelin's is not awakeDucatti bikes, shipped from out of stateThe pressure is on, the blunts is litMy presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mixThe Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shitSo testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's itThe beats the rap the game is doneWe leave, we at, we smack, we bang them gunsWe beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we comeSo, peace to that he's back nigga one

(CL Smooth)

(Talking)Yeah, Chairman of the Board, manBlack Leader, the Mecca DonEl Presidente,Ladies and Gentlemen,

All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I cameUnder my umbrella, my flag, my nameIf the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resortYou can't be serious baby, this is sportGotta make my rounds, head wolf of this packTill it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that MaybachWe can eat lovely, just don't interrupt meAnd mix all this checkmate with that quiet moneyI can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin'I'ma give you the plug and the SosaThey all love CL, no jail for homieOnly gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me TonyJust buy weight fly straight and keep me rightAnd I don't care what I spend on securityIt helps me sleep at nightScene of this sharp as meYou take it in air, you can't compareTo the initials engraved in my office chairThe boss is here, we deep in the gameYou can't do it the sameYou gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop upSpeaking of cheddar, me and son peak it togetherCan't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the BarettaSmellin' like fresh cut leatherOdd color called sarsaparillaThe curtain is drawn the seat's vanillaLet him see heat foreverTaking that seat empowersAll you wantin' is Magic Hour